Collected

Lake Echo, Dear by C.D. Wright

 

Is the woman in the pool of light
really reading or just staring
at what is written
 
Is the man walking in the soft rain
naked or is it the rain
that makes his shirt transparent
 
The boy in the iron cot
is he asleep or still
fingering the springs underneath
 
Did you honestly believe
three lives could be complete
 
The bottle of green liquid
on the sill is it real
 
The bottle on the peeling sill
is it filled with green
 
Or is the liquid an illusion
of fullness
 
How summer’s children turn
into fish and rain softens men
 
How the elements of summer
nights bid us to get down with each other
on the unplaned floor
 
And this feels painfully beautiful
whether or not
it will change the world one drop


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